Like ankle flesh torn from the burn of a rusty
bilboe
I am born by blood and receipt.
Like the stream of fermented bile, snot, and
urine
I am born by blood and receipt.
Like Kossola became Cudjoe and Ishtimonvbbi1 became
Brown
I am born by blood and receipt.
Like rice water stains, hymen mucus, and
mass production
I am born by blood and receipt.
Like Reconstruction, Black Codes, and
Jim Crow
I am born by blood and receipt.
Like good hair and brown paper bag
tests
I am born by blood and receipt.
Like axe for ask, des for desk, and tes for
test
I am born by blood and receipt.
Like DNA results and unmatched speeding
tickets
I am born by blood and receipt.
Like sista, comadre, cuzzin, and
mispronounced Asani-Yaphei
I am born by blood and receipt,
sanguine and fibrous yet only a few recognize, fewer acknowledge, and no one
apologizes.
White Winfreys interred in Tsalagi ground,
flagged with an oxidized family crested lichgate,
and fifty miles away, their mulatto, Melungeon, mixed,
part this and part that progeny sleep together in a
pristine pasture on the side of a country road.
Still, born by blood and receipt.
© Asani Charles
- Chikasha, “He killed the one who came for him.” ↩︎